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Yet within thee, thyself a grove,
And the wolf howl beneath.
There once the steel-clad knight reclined,
His brow the hero crossed!
Then Culture came, and days serene;
To celebrate the May.
Father of many a forest deep,
Opening new spheres of thought!
Wont in the night of woods to dwell,
Of human sacrifice!
Thy singed top and branches bare
Of him who came to die!
TO TWO SISTERS..
Well may you sit within, and, fond of grief,
Yet has she fled the life of bliss below,
And now in joy she dwells, in glory moves!
* On the death of a younger sister.